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Dumpster babies, dog with rabies, my flesh is burning.
Muder one, cops with guns, my flesh is burning.
Cheating whore, bloody sore, my flesh is burning.
Internet, fema tent, my flesh is burning.
Gmo's, and slaughterhouse soul's, my flesh is burning.
No faith in school, mtv's a tool, my flesh is burning.
War because my god is better.....it's really me
War because my color is better....it's really us
War because my country's better.....it's really them
We are in hell and under the sun our flesh is burning.

◄ Gone

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